Kihonne: Hey guys! I'm back and I've got news. I just found out that broomball has been changed to Monday nights and since those are the nights I prefer to update on, my new regular update nights will be Saturday or Sundays, depending on which one is busier. Anyway, I bring to you Armed and Dangerous. It was a decent episode, but there was a lot of room for improvement. And plus, season 3 has been doing a lot of character development and I really enjoy writing stuff like that, so this chapter was really fun to write. But before we get onto any of that, shout out time!
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AllAmericanSlurp: I'm glad you liked it! And I do have to agree with you about Bionic 500. It wasn't the best episode and no offence to Joey Logano, but his acting wasn't the best. But I'm glad you enjoyed my version better!
WinterRainbow: I know! Not only is the Canadian version missing a lot of good series, half of them aren't even finished. I went to watch one of my favourite shows on it this week and it was missing three whole seasons! What is up with that?! Anyway, yes I will do Hole In One, but not for a while. It's not my favourite episode and I've done a LOT of flashback chapters lately, so I want to start doing some new stuff, but it will be done before I start season 4. I promise. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
AllAmericanSlurp: That is a very cool guess. I supposed you'll just have to wait and see. Anyway, thanks!
Guest: Thanks!
LabGirl2001: I thought they weren't going to play any until then either, but nope. Lab Rats comes back on the 13th of October with Alien Gladiators. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter and Evil Agent Graham.
LRLover333: Sorry about the mix-up with the dates. I thought I wrote October. I'm glad you enjoy the Facility. And thank you so much for the award! :) :) :)
Smartymonster23: Hope you enjoy it.
Disneylover246: You're not crazy! That sounds like an awesome songfic and don't apologize. Haven't you heard the saying: You never have to change anything you wrote in the middle of the night. At least, I think that's how it goes. And don't worry about spelling mistakes – spell-check is my best friend.
Snooptastic: Thank you so much! And I love that line too. One of Leo's best. And hey, anyone can be an author! Seriously, you should try posting something. I think people would love your stories. If they're anything like your reviews, they'd definitely be interesting. And yes, I know. I was disappointed in the episode as well. It wasn't the worst I've seen, but they could have done a lot better. And shiznet: LOL to that, seriously. When I was in grade 10, we were talking about how so many Europeans died when they came to Canada and my history teacher used students as examples. Apparently, I died of scurvy. At least I wasn't the kid mauled by a bear. He was terrified of the teacher for a week. And as for the BoO, please put a warning before you talk about that. Like seriously, put a giant SPOILER sign at the beginning and at the end. I won't be able to get the book until I get my next paycheck, which isn't until next Friday and I don't want it to be ruined! But I do agree that either Percy or Jason is going to die because they're too much alike. And since Percy is the favourite, I guess we can say goodbye to Jason. He wasn't that bad, but he does try to one-up our Seaweed Brain far too much. Anyway, once again, I love your exits.
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Kihonne: Anyway, since it's technically his first appearance, Kieran, you can do the disclaimer.
Kieran: Okay. Kihonne doesn't own lab rats. She only owns me, Calla, Caleb, Jessica, and anything else you don't recognize.
Leo's POV
"Hey Dooley, hey formally evil Davenport." Calla greeted as she walked into our house. Neither Douglas nor I looked up from what we were doing. Douglas was going through the fridge, looking for sandwich condiments, while I was busy looking for my cell phone.
"Hey Calla, have you seen my phone?" I asked, glancing at her as I put the couch cushions back where they belonged. She shrugged and sat down on the couch.
"Nope." She replied, dumping her backpack on the ground.
I glanced at the couch, getting an idea. Maybe my phone was under there. I walked over, grabbed the bottom of the couch with my bionic hand, and lifted it above my head, with Calla still sitting on it. "Leo! Douglas, he's doing it again!" Calla complained, glaring down at me while clutching the arm rest. "Put me down Leo! Right now!"
"What are you doing?" Douglas demanded, looking at me.
"Looking for my phone." I replied, before grinning. "Perhaps, you haven't heard; I'm bionic now."
"Put that down! And be-" I dropped the couch back on the ground, where it landed with a loud bang. Calla nearly fell off at the impact, and glared angrily at me for it. "-gentle."
I shrugged, looking at Douglas. Why was he always on my back for using my bionics? It's not like I used them at school – I was waiting for Janelle to get back from the New York trip to do that. "Look, I know that bionic arm is fun, but you can't just use it whenever you want." Douglas scolded. I raised an eyebrow at that.
"Oh, but it's okay when you need a pickle jar opened?" I questioned.
"That was an emergency." He defended himself. "You can't have a tuna sandwich without a nice kosher dill."
"Back on subject, Douglas." Calla called from her spot on the couch.
"Right." He looked back at me as he placed his breakfast on the dinner table. "Having that arm is a huge responsibility, which I thought you could handle. We finally have the government on our side. Do you know what would happen if they found out there was a fourth bionic kid?"
I shrugged again. "It'd be an even number. I imagine they'd be happy."
"Or they would take you away and lock Douglas up." Calla pointed out, grabbing her phone out of her backpack. Douglas looked terrified at the idea.
"I can't go back to prison!" He exclaimed. Calla and I both looked at him. "There was a farewell party! I did a speech! It'd just be awkward."
I sighed. "Alright, I get it. I will only use my arm when it's absolutely necessary." I promised him. He nodded.
"Good." He replied, going back to his meal. Suddenly, a fly started buzzing around me. I started swatting at it, only for a laser sphere to come flying out of my hand and hit the footrest. The footrest exploded into several different parts, all three of us staring at it.
Douglas turned to me, demanding an explanation. "You know," I began, "technically, that was the fly's fault."
"What was…oh." Chase said, walking into the living room. He looked at me. "Your laser spheres glitch again?"
"…Possibly." I admitted. Bree rolled her eyes, pushing past Chase. Adam followed behind her.
"Nice job, Leo." She teased. "Now can we PLEASE get going? I never thought I'd actually miss going to school!"
"Yeah, first day back since the video went out." I grinned, remembering when Agent Graham made the announcement. The only reason he'd made them wait so long was because he wanted to get his promotion stuff in order and because he wanted some media coverage. He, along with the press, were going to meet us at Mission Creek High.
"Well, are you guys coming or not?" Calla questioned, getting up. I nodded.
"As soon as I find my phone." I assured her. She sighed dramatically.
"For God's sake!" She muttered, pressing a few buttons on her phone. A second later, my ringtone started coming out of my backpack. She raised an eyebrow at me. "I found your phone."
I glared at her half-heartedly, slightly annoyed that I hadn't thought about calling myself, then grabbed my backpack and led the others outside down the familiar path to the school.
Calla's POV
"Alright, the non-bionics go in first." Agent Graham ordered, stopping us as we started to walk inside the school. Bree looked at him, confused.
"Why?" She questioned.
"The cameras aren't here to see them; they're here to see you." He pointed out. Chase looked like he was about to argue, but I stopped him.
"It's no big deal." I assured him, slipping my hand out of his. I started walking away, calling over my shoulder, "Come on, Dooley!"
I stepped into the school, mixing into the crowd of people with relative ease. They were all here to get a glimpse of Adam, Bree, and Chase; they weren't looking for a random girl like me. I quickly scanned the lobby, looking for a familiar face. I grinned when I saw Caleb sitting on the top of the bench. I skipped over to him happily.
"Adam, Bree, and Chase are back! Isn't it awesome?" I grinned at him. He nodded.
"Yeah, maybe now we'll be able to get rid of you." He teased. I rolled my eyes.
"Never gonna happen, Jones." I replied. A chuckle came from my left, causing me to turn and look for the source. It was a short sixteen year old boy with soft brown hair and intelligent hazel eyes. I smirked when I saw him.
"Something funny, Kieran?" I asked the new kid. He nodded.
"Yes, your strange obsession with people's last names. I mean, Dooley, Jones." He shook his head. "We're not in the military, Calla."
I laughed. "Well if we were, I'd be commanding officer. Now, what's that book you're reading?" With a quick thought, I added, "Daniels."
Kieran smirked at the use of his last name, but showed me his book anyway. "Advanced Topics of Zoology." He replied. "I'm trying to get an internship at the city zoo."
"Sounds fun." I grinned. I looked up as the camera men walked into the school. "It's starting."
Agent Graham walked in first. "Students of Mission Creek High, please welcome your bionic super humans!"
The entire school burst into applause as Adam, Bree, and Chase walked in, proud grins on their faces. "And our trusty little mascot Chase!" Adam joked, patting his brother's arm. Chase sent him a look, but didn't have time to object as a crowd of students rushed forward for autographs.
"Should we wait until they're done signing autographs, or should we go say hello now?" Caleb asked me and Kieran. Kieran glanced at the crowd.
"There are quite a few girls from Chase's fanclub up there, Calla." He warned. And he was right. I jumped off the bench, leaving the boys to watch my stuff, and pushed through the crowd.
"You want an autograph too?" Chase teased as I walked up beside him. I smirked.
"You're enjoying this." I noticed. He nodded.
"Yeah, it's like we're celebrities." He grinned, signing some girl's notebook.
"We are." Agent Graham told him. "And this is just the beginning."
Bree looked at Chase. "I can't believe that people are so shallow that they only like us because we're bionic." Bree said. She grinned. "This is awesome!"
I laughed as Chase took my hand. "So, since we're now allowed in public again, do you want to do anything tonight?" He whispered in my ear. I smiled.
"I was hoping you'd ask that." I replied. "I've got us reservations at that new fancy Mexican restaurant down the street for eight o'clock."
"Well, I do love Mexican." Chase grinned. I smiled back at him.
"So, it's a date?" I asked. He chuckled before kissing me on the lips.
"You know it." He murmured. Before I could reply I found myself dragged away from Chase and pushed to the back of the crowd by some more autograph seekers.
"Seriously guys?" I muttered. Chase gave me an apologetic smile. I shrugged, letting him know that it didn't bother me too much.
"Wow, those girls really want a piece of him." Caleb commented as I walked back to him and Kieran. I shrugged.
"It's fine. I'll see him later." I replied. Suddenly, Kieran frowned.
"Hey, Adam's the tall one, right?" He asked. I nodded. "I don't think he knows how to do an autograph properly."
Confused, I followed his gaze until I saw a girl walking away from Adam, the name PAM written on her forehead.
"I'm guessing she asked Adam to autograph her forehead." Leo commented, walking over to us. I nodded.
"Yeah, I think so." I agreed. Suddenly, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I grinned. "Well, it looks like the kids who went on the New York trip just got back."
"They did?" Leo grinned, looking around for Janelle. I rolled my eyes, grabbed him by the shoulders, and turned him towards his girlfriend. I then pushed him towards her, shaking my head.
"I have a feeling that this is going to end badly." I muttered under my breath, turning back to the crowd. "Now, how to get rid of the fangirls…"
Leo's POV
"Hey Janelle." I greeted, walking over to her locker. "How was New York?"
"Hi Leo. It was – Oh, hey Adam!" She exclaimed, walking past me to go talk to him. I stared at her in confusion. Did I just get ignored for Adam?
"Can you help me with my science fair project?" Janelle asked. Adam shrugged.
"Probably not, but I'll give it a shot." He replied with a grin.
"My project is about you." She explained. I stared at her.
"Him?" I demanded. She nodded. "Why him?"
"Because his bionics are the most impressive." Janelle replied, giving me the Leo-you're-an-idiot look. She then turned back to Adam. "Can you tell me how they work?"
"Uh…yeah. I have a bionic chip in the back of my neck that lets me do stuff…bionicly." He replied. Janelle stared at him, expecting more.
"I was kinda hoping for a more detailed explanation." She told him. He nodded.
"I was too." He agreed. Suddenly, the bell rang. "You know, I'm more of a visual explainer, so maybe we can meet up after school and I can use my eyes to blow stuff up."
"Awesome!" Janelle grinned, just as I was silently hoping that she'd say no. Adam grinned, then looked at the crowd.
"Hey Jessica! Wait up! I want to talk to you!" He called, running after said blonde.
Meanwhile, I was looking at Janelle, trying to make a decision. I wanted to tell her about my bionics, but if I got caught, Calla and Douglas were going to kill me. Finally, just as the crowd dispersed, I made up my mind.
"Janelle, I'm going to show you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." I warned her before sticking out my arm for her to see. She looked at it, unimpressed.
"A calculator watch?" she questioned. I drew my arm back.
"No, not that." I replied. I took a deep breath before continuing. "I have bionics."
"You? Really?" Janelle giggled at the very thought of it. I looked at her, offended.
"Yes me!" I snapped. "I have a bionic arm. Behold!"
I swung my arm out, like I would if I was going to shoot a laser sphere. Except this time, nothing happened. Janelle stood there watching me, shaking her head at me. I looked at my arm in confusion. Maybe it was just the laser spheres. I mean, nothing else had glitched lately.
"It probably just needs to warm up." I assured her, swinging my arm to warm it up. Then I threw it out, intending to shoot a fire ball. Once again, nothing happened. Why was nothing happening?
"That's…adorable, Leo." Janelle told me. "I'd like to stick around, but I have to superspeed off to class. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." She said mockingly, walking away. I watched her go, both confused by my lack of bionics and annoyed at her mockery.
Calla's POV
"Hey! Don't touch that!" I exclaimed, snatching my laptop away from one of Agent Graham's men. In the past couple of days, they'd practically invaded the lab and were trying to gain access to everything, much to my annoyance. Seriously, why couldn't they do their work elsewhere?
"Special Agent Graham ordered us to go through every piece of technology, little girl." The man told me, trying to take my laptop back. I glared at him. Another thing I didn't like was how every single on of them were treating me like a child! Leo too, but since I spent the majority of my time down in this lab, I got the worst of it. Seriously, if one more person called me 'little girl' again, I was going to lose it!
"Yeah, well Special Agent Graham can go-" I began, only to be interrupted by Mr. Davenport.
"Calla, stop complaining about Graham and HELP ME!" He ordered. I sighed, slid my laptop into my backpack, and ran to help my boss lift a massive metal barrel into the lab.
"They're going through my stuff!" I complained quietly. He nodded.
"Yes, I know. I'd take your work home with you from now on, if I were you." He suggested, trying to be helpful. I nodded and we placed the barrel in the middle of the room just as Adam, Bree, Chase and Graham walked into the lab. Bree, Chase, and Graham were laughing loudly, but Adam looked kinda down for some reason.
"What's so funny?" Mr. Davenport demanded. Chase grinned.
"Nothing." He lied. Bree chuckled.
"Agent Graham said the most impressive piece of technology in the whole lab is your hair." She explained. Everyone in the lab burst out laughing, except for Mr. Davenport and Adam. I looked at the older boy.
"Let me guess, girl troubles?" I assumed. He nodded glumly.
"Jessica broke up with me." He sighed sadly. I smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sorry." I apologized. He shrugged.
"Apparently, she's mad that I lied to her, since you and Jaden knew the secret the whole time. She said that she can't trust me anymore." He told me. I patted his arm.
"Hey, you know what they say; there are more fish in the sea." I told him optimistically. He shrugged sadly.
"Looks, Adam I'm sorry your girlfriend dumped you, but you're all fifteen minutes late for training." Mr. Davenport called. Graham looked at him.
"Actually, their training has been put on hold until further notice. Didn't you read the memo?" Graham asked. Mr. Davenport glanced at me and I shook my head. I hadn't gotten any memo and his inbox was empty.
Agent Graham chuckled. "Oh right. You two aren't on the memo list."
Well, that was rude of him. "They need their training to maintain their bionics." Mr. Davenport snapped, ignoring that insult. "Not to mention their missions-"
"Yes, but right now," Graham interrupted him, "the most important mission is getting our faces out there." He turned to Adam, Bree, and Chase. "That's why we're going on an international press tour."
Bree stared at him. "Wait, no training and we get to travel?" She demanded. "Can we go to Paris?"
Graham grinned. "Only after we go to London." He replied. Bree grinned happily. "Look, I know we kinda got off on the wrong foot with the whole me-arresting-you thing."
The others just waved him off. "Hey, just tell me we're going to Des Moines and all is forgiven." Adam told him. For some reason, Adam had always admired
"Then I guess we're going to Des Moines!" Graham grinned. Adam grinned.
"I love being owned by the government!" He exclaimed, his mind clearly distracted from Jessica.
"Whoa, whoa, guys!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed, bursting their bubble. "This is completely irresponsible."
"Mr. Davenport, we've been training our whole lives!" Bree objected. "Don't we deserve just a little bit of fun?"
"I think you do." Graham told her. He glanced at Adam and Chase. "I also think you deserve a little thanks for all you've done for mankind. Don't you agree, Mr. Davenport?"
"Of course I do." Mr. Davenport snapped. It was clear that he was trying hard to figure a way to convince them how stupid this was without seeming like a terrible father. I sighed loudly.
"Chase, tell him how important training is." I ordered. Chase looked at Graham.
"Well, Calla and Mr. Davenport do have a point…" He began hesitantly.
"I can show you where they keep Einstein's brain." Graham offered. And just like that, Chase was sold.
"Training Shmaining." Chase finished, a grin on his face.
Graham chuckled. "Go pack your stuff. Wheels up to New York in fifteen minutes."
"Ah, New York." Adam sighed. "The Des Moines of the East."
"Oh, come on!" Bree exclaimed, dragging her brothers out of the room. Chase glanced back over his shoulder as he left.
"See you later, Calla!" He called. I tried to call him back.
"But Chase, what about our…" But he was already gone, "…date."
Mr. Davenport turned to Graham. "This is insane." He growled. "You're not qualified to lead them! You don't even understand how their bionic infrastructure works."
"And I really don't care." Graham replied honestly. He looked at Mr. Davenport. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my way?"
Mr. Davenport sighed. "Fine, I get it. You're in charge. But I'm not going to stop being involved in their lives."
Graham smirked and sat down at my desk, putting his feet up on top of it. "Don't worry, there's still plenty for you to do." Graham assured him. "We'll call you our Mission Specialist. Or perhaps you can be the assistant."
Mr. Davenport gasped dramatically, while I glared furiously at Graham. No way was I getting replaced by Mr. Davenport!
"Mission Specialist or the assistant?" Mr. Davenport repeated. "That's like being an intern! Leo's the mission specialist and Calla's the assistant!"
"Then you work for her." Graham informed him. I stared at him.
"What?" I questioned, eyes wide. Graham smirked.
"He's your new assistant." He told me before turning back to Mr. Davenport. "And for your first assignment, you have the honour of going on a smoothie run."
"Seriously? I'm a world renowned scientist and you're going to send me on a smoothie run?" Mr. Davenport demanded. Graham nodded.
"You're right; that was inappropriate." He admitted. He then gestured at me. "You'd better clear it with your supervisor, Calla."
Mr. Davenport gave him a look, then glanced at me for my opinion on the situation. Honestly, I was trying very, very hard not to laugh. As much as I hated Graham, he did know how to entertain people.
"Um…" I bit my lip, willing myself to keep a straight face. "I'd like a strawberry/banana smoothie please."
Mr. Davenport glared at me, and I smiled apologetically back. Then he walked away, muttering something about not hiring anymore teenagers in the future.
"Well, that was fun." I murmured to myself. I turned around to go back upstairs, but stopped short, glaring at one of Graham's men. "You put that laptop right back where you found it!"
Leo's POV
I ran into my house to find Douglas in the living room, attempting to duct tape the seat I destroyed back together.
"Douglas, something's wrong with my bionics!" I exclaimed. "They aren't working."
"I know, I turned them off." He replied, not looking up from his work.
"You what?!" I demanded. "Turn them back on or you will lead a sad, pickle-free existence!"
Douglas looked up at me and showed me a tiny remote in his hands. "When I implanted your bionics, I installed a remote deactivation feature, so I can make sure you don't get into any trouble."
"But I promised you I wouldn't use them!" I protested. "You didn't trust me."
Douglas gave me a look. "Did you use them?" he questioned, his tone implying that he already knew the answer.
"Don't you change the subject!" I snapped.
Douglas sighed. "Look, I didn't take them away. I just deactivated them. Think of it as bionic training wheels. I will take them off when you have proven that you can responsibly ride your bionic…arm-bike…"
"That was more painful than the accident that destroyed my arm." I told him.
Douglas rolled his eyes. "Bottom line: from now on, I control your bionics."
With that, he walked away to find more duct tape, leaving the remote on the table. Not too bright of him to do that…
"Bottom line: oh no you don't." I smirked to myself, pocketing the remote.
Calla's POV
RING! RING! RING!
I groaned, opening my eyes. Dang it! I hated being woken up from good dreams! Especially when they involved me winning Nobel Prizes in physics and chemistry. With an annoyed groan, I rolled over in bed and grabbed my phone.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I grumbled into it.
"Calla, it's Davenport." Came the reply. I frowned, then glanced at my clock.
"Mr. Davenport," I began, resisting the urge to just hang up on him, "it's twelve thirty in the morning. I have school later. This had better be important."
"I need you for a mission." He informed me. That caught my attention.
"Sorry, I must still be half-asleep. I thought you said you needed me for a mission." I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"I do." Mr. Davenport confirmed. "There was an accident over at one of the warehouses where I keep my super-computer technology. One of the super-computers is set to over-load and I need three sets of hands to deactivate it."
"Oh, shit." I muttered. "Wait, what about Adam, Bree, and Chase? I know Adam's not that much help with computers, but Chase could tell him what to do."
"They're still not back from Des Moines yet and nobody is answering their phone." He informed me.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed. "Those idiots!"
"Oh trust me, I'm going to give them hell for it when they get home." He assured me. "But right now, I need you ready to go. I just got Leo up."
I nodded, already heading for my closet. "Pick me up at my house in five. I'll be ready."
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"That sucked!" Leo complained as we all stumbled into the lab. I nodded tiredly, lowering myself into one of the lab's chairs. I never particularly enjoyed missions – I was always more comfortable behind a computer than on the front lines – but this one had gone especially bad. There'd been explosions, fire, and part of the warehouse's room collapsed. None of us were hurt (although there were a few close calls) but a couple of workers were sent to the hospital with broken bones.
"Leo, I'd go get changed if I were you – Tasha's going to freak if she sees you like that." I pointed out. All of our clothes were ripped and covered in ash and dust. Not to mention, the sick scent of smoke clung to them, making them downright revolting.
"Yeah, good idea." Leo agreed. He glanced at my own filthy clothes. "What about you? I doubt your mom's not going to happy to see you looking like that."
"I'll borrow some of Bree's stuff." I decided. She wouldn't mind; we borrowed each other's clothes all the time. Leo nodded and ran upstairs while I went to grab some clothes from Bree's capsule.
"You two should get mission suits. You're going to need them." Mr. Davenport mentioned as I searched through my best friend's clothing. I shook my head as I pulled out a white floral t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Leo maybe, but I don't see why I would need one. I don't plan on going any more missions any time soon." I told him. Mr. Davenport glanced at me.
"You don't want to go on missions?" He asked, surprised. I shook my head.
"Nope. Honestly, I'm starting to hate them." I replied. He frowned at me.
"You used to beg me to let you and Leo go one missions with Adam, Bree, and Chase. What happened?" He asked. I sighed.
"I grew up and realized that it wasn't all fun." I replied. "Back then, Douglas was the biggest thing we had to deal with and your brother isn't that dangerous. That was kid stuff. You know, those stupid little adventures where you always come out unscathed. But now, with the government involved and people like Krane and S-1 out there, things are much more dangerous and riskier. One of these days, we're not going to come out unscathed. One of these days, someone's going to end up seriously injured or worse."
"Adam, Bree, and Chase can handle themselves." Mr. Davenport pointed out. I nodded.
"I know. You trained them to handle this sort of thing. But Leo and I weren't trained. We were lucky in the past, especially when we went after Marcus, but that luck isn't going to last forever." I stated.
Mr. Davenport was quiet for a moment as he considered this. "I suppose you make a good point." He admitted. He chuckled. "And we used to joke about you having a death wish."
I laughed at that too. "Nope, quite the opposite actual." I replied. He looked at me.
"You put a lot of thought into this." He noted. I shrugged.
"Honestly, I've been thinking about it since S-1 tried to kill Leo and I." I admitted. I still couldn't forget the cold, heartless smirk on her face when she shot that plasma ball at me. "I can't believe that was only a couple of weeks ago."
"I know." Mr. Davenport agreed. He glanced at me and smiled. "Still, are you sure you don't want a mission suit? Because they look pretty cool."
"No thanks, but I'll start working on Leo's once I'm done my next project." I assured him. I stepped into the washroom, quickly changed, and met him back in the lab.
"So, what is your next project? Those are always interesting." Mr. Davenport mentioned. I shrugged.
"Something Douglas asked me to work on. It's a holographic target." I replied. Suddenly, I heard footsteps down the hall. "Oh, look who's back."
Mr. Davenport glanced at the hall, where the sounds of laughter and talking could easily be heard, then back at his bag. "Hey Calla, hey Mr. Davenport." Bree greeted as she, Adam, and Chase stepped into the lab.
Mr. Davenport and I both turned to face them, generally annoyed. Chase looked at the two of us. "What happened to you guys?" He asked, confused.
"Where have you been?" Mr. Davenport questioned. "We've been calling for hours."
Chase frowned. "I didn't even notice you guys called. We've been too busy flying around the world doing meet-and-greets."
"Yeah, we kissed a ton of babies." Adam smiled. "Their heads are delicious."
When neither of us smiled in the slightest, Chase pulled out his phone. "Here it is. Thirteen missed calls from Mr. Davenport, one from Leo, three from Calla, and a text message…" He trailed off, realization hitting him, "…with a mission alert."
Mr. Davenport and I nodded, both of us upset. They looked back at us, guilt all over their faces. "Well how can we help you…yesterday?" Chase asked with a nervous grin.
"I had to bring Calla and Leo." Mr. Davenport told them. Chase looked at me.
"You okay?" He asked, his tone soft. I crossed my arms.
"I'm fine." I growled. Adam frowned.
"You should have called us." He told me and Mr. Davenport. I glared at him.
"Adam, you're an idiot." I told him, before walking over to my desk. I opened my bag and pulled out a hairbrush. Maybe I'd have just enough time to make myself look presentable before I had to rush off to school.
Just then, Graham walked in. "Good news, team." He announced, looking at his phone. "This weekend, we're off to Paris."
"Enough with the press tour!" Mr. Davenport exclaimed, storming over to Graham. "They have important work to do! Because of you they missed a mission and people got hurt!"
"Well, that's unfortunate, but they had other priorities right now." Graham told Mr. Davenport, before walking off.
"Other priorities?" I repeated as Mr. Davenport and I turned towards the others.
"Oh, so getting your faces in front of the camera is more important than saving lives?" Mr. Davenport questioned them.
"We didn't say that." Chase objected. "It's just things have changed."
That was the wrong thing to say. "Well, I'm glad we got sixteen years of bionic training so you could do the weather for AM San Diego."
Although Mr. Davenport was just exaggerating, Adam, Bree, and Chase looked at each other nervously. "That's tomorrow." Bree told us.
Mr. Davenport shook his head at them. "You know what? I'm really disappointed in you guys." He started to walk away. "All our hard work, and all you care about is being famous."
"Mr. Davenport-" Chase tried to reason with him, but the man wasn't going to listen.
"You know what? Save it!" Mr. Davenport snapped. "I thought you guys were heroes. I guess I was wrong."
With that, Mr. Davenport walked out of the lab. I shoved my hairbrush back into my bag and started to leave as well, only for Chase to grab me by the wrist. "You know that we don't only care about the fame, right?" He asked me.
I sighed and shouldered my backpack. "Well, you guys seemed pretty content to run off with Graham when you knew you had more important things to deal with." I told him. He flinched at my tone, but I didn't care.
"Calla-" Chase began, but I didn't give him the chance.
"By the way, I had to give our dinner reservations to my cousin Faith and her new boyfriend." I told him, starting to leave.
"I missed our date, didn't I?" Chase realized. I didn't answer him as I headed for the door. "Calla, wait!"
"Chase," I stopped, not looking behind me, "I'm running on two hours of sleep and half a granola bar. You really don't want to start an argument with me right now."
I stormed out of the lab without another word, heading for school.
xxx
"I hate cafeteria food." I grumbled to myself, stabbing the mystery meat with my fork. Suddenly, a paper bag was dropped in front of me.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I bought you lunch then." I glanced up from my meal to see Chase sitting down in the seat across from me. I glanced at the bag.
"What is this?" I questioned. He smiled.
"Taco Bell. It's fast food, but it's still Mexican." He pointed out. I looked at him incredulously for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Okay, that is good." I agreed, pulling some food out of the bag. "That is awesome."
Chase laughed. "Well, it was the least I could do." He said. "So, about earlier."
"I was rude and mean. I'm sorry." I apologized. He shook his head.
"We should have been there. I know how much you hate going on missions." He said. I nodded.
"I thought you were going to San Diego." I mentioned, taking a bite of the fajita that Chase brought me. He shook his head.
"There's been a little change in plans." He told me, smirking. "We get to meet President Obama."
"Are you serious?" I questioned. He nodded. "Have fun."
"I want you to be there." Chase continued. I frowned.
"Why? You don't need me to do anything, and Kieran, Leo, Caleb and I were going to study for next week's biology test." I reminded him. Chase smiled deviously.
"Trust me; you're going to want to be there." He told me. Something in his tone made me smirk.
"Okay, this sounds…interesting." I admitted. Chase smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.
"It will be." He promised. "On a completely related note, I'm starting to get why you hate Agent Graham."
"What did he say?" I asked, looking at Chase. He sighed.
"Oh you know. He threatened to lock us in cages like 'the circus freaks we are'." He quoted. I gasped.
"I'm going to kill him." I decided, starting to stand up. Chase grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.
"Wait until after we do our presentation for the president." He told me. I sighed.
"Fine." I agreed, then sighed. "Now, go on. Tell me all about Des Moines and Einstein's brain."
Leo's POV
"Hey Janelle." I greeted, walking into the gym. I figured that she'd be here working on her science fair setup instead of having lunch in the cafeteria, and I was right. "Need any help?" I offered.
She smiled at me. "Sure, can you put this over there?" she asked before handing me a cardboard cut out of Adam. I looked at it, slightly annoyed.
"I can think of a few places I'd like to put this." I muttered, placing it behind her table like she asked. "But why do you need a fake bionic man when you have the real thing standing right in front of you?"
Janelle looked at me, an amused smirk on her face. "This again?" She sighed. "Leo, I'm busy. I don't have time to talk about your make-believe bionic arm."
"Okay, well I've got something that will make you believe." I told her, walking to the center of the room. I looked for a target, decided on the garbage can, and activated my bionics. A laser sphere flew out from my hand and hit it, causing it to fly into a display on the other side of the room.
"Did you just…" Janelle stared at me, wide-eyed. I smirked.
"Shoot a laser sphere out of my hand? Yes, yes I did." I replied confidently. Janelle looked shocked.
"Wow." She shook her head in disbelief. "You really are bionic."
"I told you." I commented. "Hey, you want to see my pyrokinesis?"
I raised my hand into the air, rapidly shooting little bursts of fire into the air. It was all going smoothly, until my arm suddenly started jerking around. Fire balls started going everywhere. While most of them burnt out before they could cause any real damage, one of them hit the Adam cardboard cut-out. It knocked the head clean off, caught fire, and hit the table. The tablecloth caught fire, and soon Janelle was trapped in the corner by a wall of flames.
Fire alarms started going off as Janelle stared at the flames in fear. There was no way for her to escape. "Are you okay?" I shouted.
"Do I look okay?" She screamed back.
"Well, you look fine now! It's the next few minutes that I'm worried about!" I retorted.
Calla's POV
"Adam, Bree, and Chase all said that they want us here! Besides, President Obama is here!" I insisted, dragging Mr. Davenport down the hall to the lab.
"I don't care if the president is coming, I don't want any part of this." Mr. Davenport snapped, pulling his arm away from me. I smirked.
"Yeah well, you were demoted and I'm your supervisor, so you don't have a say." I replied, leaning against my desk and grabbing my smoothie. Chase sent me an appreciative look from where he and his siblings stood in their mission suits.
"He's here! Everyone in position." Graham instructed, straightening his tie and standing by the others. The President walked in then, accompanied by two of his body guards. "Mr. President." Graham greeted, shaking his hand. "Welcome to the home of the world's first bionic super humans."
"It's an honour to meet you, Mr. President." Chase said, stepping forwards. "I'm Cha-"
He was cut off midsentence by Adam as the older boy bowed. "Good tidings my lordship."
"Adam." Mr. Davenport muttered under his breath. I merely face-palmed, hoping that this wouldn't end up a total train wreck.
The President pointed at everyone's favourite idiot. "He must be Adam." He assumed. Bree nodded, smirking.
"And you must be disappointed." She added. "I'm Bree."
"Very nice to meet you." The President smiled at them. "I just wanted to thank you for all the lives you've saved."
"It was our honour, sir." Chase replied. Graham looked at him.
"Okay team. It's time to show our commander and chief how your bionics work." He instructed. "Bree, you're up!"
"Absolutely, Agent Graham." I raised my eyebrows, suspicious. Whenever Bree used that tone of voice, she was planning something. "This is my superspeed."
Bree sped to the other side of the room, then back, then she sped around Graham several times. When she finally skidded to a stop, he fell to the ground, dizzy. Mr. Davenport and I looked at her in confusion. What was going on? Why had she done that?
"What's the matter with you?" Graham whispered, glaring at her.
"I don't know. I guess I spent so much time being a celebrity instead of training, that I can't control my bionics." She said with a shrug. Mr. Davenport turned on her.
"Bree, would you stop messing around?" He hissed. "The President is standing right there!"
"I know The President is standing right there." Bree told him in a hushed voice. Then it all clicked.
"Ah." Mr. Davenport and I said in unison, both of us figuring out their plan at the same time. I glanced over Bree's shoulder to smile at Chase. He gave me a thumbs up in return, grinning.
"Sorry about that, sir." Graham told The President, having recovered. Chase turned towards the man.
"Mr. President, how about I demonstrate my telekinesis?" He offered. The President nodded.
"Sure." He agreed. Chase stepped forward and raised his hand. The smoothie in my hand started hovering midair, flying above all of our heads. When it hovered above Graham's head, Chase discreetly turned his hand and the smoothie tipped over, the strawberry and banana goodness spilling all over Graham. Then the now empty cup fell to the floor.
Everyone tried to hide their smirks at that, but it was even harder when Chase added "Oopsie."
"Graham, what is going on?" The President demanded, looking at the smoothie covered man.
"It's fine." Graham lied.
"Everything's fine. Adam, why don't you show the President that thing you do with your breath."
Adam sighed and walked up to the President. Then, he breathed loudly in his face. The President grimaced at the smell and Graham let out an annoyed groan.
"Not that! The big force thing." Graham told him. Adam nodded.
"Oh, you mean this." He realized. He glanced meaningfully at me and Mr. Davenport, motioning for us to move. Mr. Davenport stepped behind the supercomputer while I ducked in between Bree and Chase, taking the latter's hand. Adam turned towards Graham, sucked in a deep breath, then blew. Wind the strength of a tornado flew from his mouth, sending Graham back several feet.
"That's enough! Okay, that's enough." Graham called, gripping my desk so that he would not go flying out of the room. Adam, however, didn't stop once.
"His bionic breath must be stuck!" Chase exclaimed, almost too cheerfully.
"Davenport! Do something!" Graham shouted. Mr. Davenport laughed.
"Oh! Look who finally needs my help!" He grinned. Graham sent him a glare, then looked at my desk.
"Don't worry, Mr. President! I'm sure one of these buttons will take care of everything!" He exclaimed, reaching for one. My eyes widened when I saw which, but there was nothing I could do. Graham hit the button and the floor beneath the President and his body guards disappeared. They fell through the floor into the bottom part of the lab.
"Oh no." Graham paled and ran towards the hole.
"Get me out of here!" The President's angry shout could be heard all the way up here. Mr. Davenport grinned.
"Nice job Graham. That's one way to get noticed by your boss." He commented. I nodded in agreement.
"But it's not a very good way to keep your job." I pointed out. I glanced at the messy liquid still covering him. "By the way, you owe me a smoothie."
Leo's POV
"Janelle!" I shouted, running back into the gym, a fire extinguisher in my hands. She was standing in the corner, the farthest place she could get from the flames. "Don't worry Janelle; I'll save you."
"That's why I'm worried!" She snapped. I rolled my eyes.
"Cover your face." I ordered. Her arms flew up to protect her pretty face and I started the fire extinguisher, spraying the foam everywhere and screaming the entire time. After a minute, Janelle got annoyed.
"You can stop spraying! The fire is out!" She told me. I did as she said and she looked up from under her arms. Her face was the only part of her not covered in foam.
"I know, I was trying to extinguish your rage." I explained.
Xxx
"You know," I began, using a towel to get some of the foam out of Janelle's hair, "someday we're going to look back on this-"
"-And I'll still be angry." Janelle interrupted me. I sighed and dropped the hand holding the towel. "What just happened?"
"I'm sorry." I apologized. "I just want you to like me as much as you like Adam."
Janelle smiled at me. "Leo, I like you more than I like him. Which is strange because you're always trying to kill me." I laughed at that, although she didn't seem amused. "It's not funny yet."
That got me to shut my mouth. "I'm going to go hose off." Janelle told me, walking away. I watched her as she left.
"Hey!" I spun around when I heard Douglas' angry voice. "You swiped my remote!"
He stopped suddenly and took a look around the room. He looked at me. "Uh-oh. Did you do this?" I smiled guiltily. "See, this is why I can't trust you with your bionics!"
"I'm sorry, I had to use them!" I exclaimed. "When Janelle kept talking about Adam, I got jealous and-"
Douglas cut me off, smiling. "I get it. This was all about a girl. You were afraid you were going to lose her. I've been there."
I looked at him. "You have?"
"Not really." He admitted. "Ladies love me."
I sighed and pulled out the remote. "So I guess you're going to turn off my bionics permanently now?" I guessed, handing it to him.
"Tell you what. As soon as you clean up this mess, I'll start training you on how to use your bionics properly." He offered. I stared at him.
"Really?" I questioned. He nodded.
"Yeah. I can't expect you to know how to drive a car when you bionic arm-bike still has the kickstand on."
I looked at him, ignoring the bad joke. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Douglas replied, just as serious. "Oh, one more thing."
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a jar of pickles. "Would you please? I haven't eaten all day."
I shook my head, but took the jar from him anyway. It was the least I could do after he promised to train me.
Calla's POV
"I wonder how Graham's going to get out of this one." Chase said to me. I chuckled as the President, his bodyguards, and Graham walked back into the lab.
"So, Mr. President, anything else you'd like to see?" Graham asked, sounding nervous.
"Yes, your qualifications for this job." The President replied. I smirked.
"We'd all like to see those." I murmured. Chase smirked at my words. The President looked at his bodyguards.
"Call Washington. Have them send a replacement for this clown immediately." He ordered.
"Mr. President," Bree stepped forward, "we have a replacement. Him."She pointed at Mr. Davenport.
The President frowned. "The smoothie guy?" he questioned.
"He's not the smoothie guy, he's our father." Chase corrected. "And our real leader."
"Agent Graham doesn't care about our missions or helping people. He just wants to make money off of us." Bree accused. The President looked at Graham.
"Is this true?" He questioned.
"Sir, with all due respect, we can't let a civilian control the world's most powerful weapons." Graham tried to convince him, not realizing that he said the wrong thing.
"Weapons?" The President echoed. "They're not weapons. They're his children. You're done Graham." He looked at his bodyguards. "Get him out of here!"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, unable to contain myself as they dragged him away. Everyone turned to look at me. "Oh come on! You were all thinking it!"
The President looked at Adam, Bree, and Chase. "And she is?"
I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but Mr. Davenport beat me to the punch. "She's the smoothie girl." He told the President. I looked back at him. "Remember, I like my papaya smoothies to be in Davencups, not the lame paper ones you get at the store."
I laughed. "I'll keep that in mind, sir." I replied. I turned towards the President. "Calla Parker, lab assistant. It's a honour to meet you sir."
"It's a pleasure, Miss Parker." He nodded before turning to Mr. Davenport. "Mr. Davenport, the government owes you an apology. We had no right to come between you and your family."
"And Mr. President, we owe you an apology too." Chase said. "Our bionics didn't really glitch. We just had to expose Graham and show you that he wasn't qualified to lead us."
"I figured something was up." The President agreed. "I've seen the footage of your abilities. They're quite impressive."
Adam, Bree, and Chase smiled proudly. The President turned back to Mr. Davenport. "Listen, if you can keep me briefed, I see no reason why you shouldn't resume control here."
"Thank you Mr. President." Mr. Davenport smiled, shaking his hand. The President reached into his pocket.
"Before I leave, I have one more thing I need to do." He announced. He pulled out his phone, leaned back so that he was next to Adam, Bree, and Chase, and snapped a photo. "BAM! Bionic selfie." He explained. He saw our looks and cleared his throat. "It's for my daughter."
We all raised eyebrows at that, clearly showing that we didn't believe him. He walked away without another word. We all looked at each other.
"Okay, I say we all get smoothies to celebrate Graham's removal." Mr. Davenport announced. We all grinned.
"Sounds fun." "Cool." "I love smoothies." "Great." We all replied. He nodded.
"Calla, go get us some smoothies." He ordered. I looked at him and he smirked, clearly not about to back down. I sighed.
"I do not get paid enough for this." I muttered, but still I smiled.
Leo's POV
"Okay Leo, this is the expert training target." Douglas declared, showing me Calla's new holographic target that he'd gotten her to make. "You'll be lucky to even make contact."
I raised a hand, aimed, and shot three fire balls through the center of the target. Douglas stared at it. "Triple bulls-eye?" He sounded amazed.
"You were saying?" I questioned. He looked at me, impressed.
"Wow, good job." He admitted. He raised the remote. "A few more weeks and I just might feel comfortable to take off your training wheels."
"A few weeks?" I demanded. No! I wanted them off now!
"We have to be cautious." Douglas warned. "We never know when you might accidently lose control again."
I looked at him, about to object, when I got an idea. "You're right, Douglas. An accident can happen at any moment."
I started to walk away, but stopped suddenly and raised my hand. A laser sphere shot from my hand and hit the remote, destroying it. I grinned at his annoyed expression. "Oops."
Kihonne: Alright, I love that ending. Anyway guys, what did you think? I hope you liked it. And for those of you who might be upset about the Jessica/Adam break up, I'm sorry. Their relationship was never really meant to last. But don't worry; Adam's not going to be lonely forever. Anyway, here's the schedule for the next few episodes:
Alien Gladiators – October 18th
Brother Battle – October 25th
Halloween Special – October 31st
Yes, I know that it's a longer wait than normal until the next chapter, but there are no new episodes coming out this week and I am SICK AND TIRED of writing flashback chapters. Seriously, I skipped many of these episodes for good reasons and I don't like having to go back to them if it can be avoided. I do have a few original chapters planned, but the timing for them is super important, so I can't post any of them yet. So, you'll just have to wait a bit longer. Until then guys!
